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Black, the Poem

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Hyn Edwit is a university student who writes poems and stories reflecting his inner thoughts.

Black

was when you heard nothing

but the increasingly loud ringing in your ears

you held out your hand

and touched

someone else's...


You recognized the same

rough and long

fingers --- cold

and unmoving


Black

was when you didn't let go, rubbing

his hand to warm him only

for you to feel the cold

again


Black

was the heaviness in your eyes, liquid

scalding the back of your

hands every once in a while,

and the soreness

of your throat

lingers


Black

was not hearing his laugh

again, black was not

tasting his dishes

every dinner, black was

smelling his scent but

unable to hug him once more


Still...

Black is not hearing his laugh

again, not tasting his dishes

every dinner, smelling his scent

but unable to hug him once more


But,

Black

is when you hear nothing but

the increasingly loud ringing

in your ears, black is

you humming his favorite

song, black is you

holding his pen and telling

him stories...


Black is

you

slowly

smiling


© 2020 Hyn Edwit

Comments

Hyn Edwit (author) on December 19, 2020:

Good day, Peggy! Thank you very much for stopping by and reading my piece. Yes, it does take time and we may not even fully heal ourselves since the pain will always be there but, we can at least endure it better than before...

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on December 19, 2020:

That feeling of sorrow you describe at losing a loved one is like a dark shadow that envelops one, thus, the black you describe. Eventually, the light sifts back into our lives, but it takes time.

Hyn Edwit (author) on December 18, 2020:

Good day John! Thank you very much for this. I hope that this poem may serve the company of those who needs it the most.

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on December 18, 2020:

What an excellent piece of poetry. You described the feelings and pain so well.

Hyn Edwit (author) on December 18, 2020:

Good day, Manatita44!

As with all sorrow, comfort will soon find the person who kept on enduring all the pain. Thank you very much for reading my piece.

Hyn Edwit (author) on December 18, 2020:

Good day, Ruby! Thank you again for stopping by. I personally experienced such pain and it was as if everything went black, hence my inspiration for this poem. Black does cover your sight and I can't help but feel but be helpless and vulnerable, however time helped me recover, at least to some degree.

Ruby Jean Richert from Southern Illinois on December 18, 2020:

I've experienced the ringing in my ear's, I've felt the loneliness of losing a loved one. I never thought of a feeling of black at those times, but thinking back, it is a blackness that covers your sight. Very deep and compelling poetry.

manatita44 from london on December 18, 2020:

Indeed! Interwoven. Both Light and shadow, are the dance of Love, says Rumi. A beautiful piece!!

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